Chapter 343
Chapter 344
He hesitated a moment, but before I had to press him, he told me, explaining things briefly, his voice soft so as not to wake Alice.
“Olivia fell off the roof,” he said. “We haven’t been able to recover her body, but there is a large enough blood splatter for me to believe she died. Not sure how she could survive a fall like that anyway. Tony, meanwhile…” he shook his head. “He’s trapped in his feral state. The council is split on what to do with him p>
“They want to put him down…?” I asked.
“That’s the typical decision on these things,” Julian said. “There’s no cure for being feral. But who he is… or was, I guess… complicates matters. And with the pack split, many people still liking Tony even if they can admit he lost, the decision can’t be made lightly p>
“Do you think you’ll have to… end him?” I asked, trying to phrase it lightly.
“I don’t like ending things like that for anyone,” he said. “But I will do what’s necessary p>
“What’s necessary…” I said, allowing my thoughts to wander. Turning feral had no cure, but… I wondered if we could run a toxicology report on Tony and discover which drugs had been used to get him in this state, perhaps we could work backwards to determine a cure.
“I see your mind working,” he said. “I didn’t want to push it on you. You only need to worry about healing yourself. But, if there’s a way to find a cure p>
“It might not be impossible,” I said. Maybe I was overconfident now, driven by all the good I had been able to achieve so far with my healing experience. But perhaps this confidence wasn’t so bad, if it pushed me to keep trying to solve problems that had been considered unsolvable until now.
Even if I couldn’t find a cure, maybe I could start some research that a future healer could use to do so.
At the very least, I had to try.
“Will you send in the supervisor?” I asked. “I have a few ideas I want to run past him p>
Worry crossed Julian’s face. “Don’t you think you should wait a while? You shouldn’t push yourself. You just woke up p>
I understood his concern. My body was aching still, as some silver still coursed through my veins. But for me to be conscious and to feel even as well as I did meant that I was on the mend. Moving around and making these experiments might slow my healing progress at best, but it wouldn’t send me back to the bed.
“I’m getting better,” I insisted. “Please, Julian. I’m eager to start, and I know I can help p>
He frowned at me.
“Please,” I said again.
Finally, he sighed. “Fine. But I will be by your side every step of the way. And I insist that you rest frequently. At least fifteen minutes for every hour you work p>
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“So much!” I gasped. I was used to working hours and hours without a break before.
“Yes,” Julian said. “Unless you think you need more p>
I knew he was serious, that his concern was driving his protectiveness. I couldn’t be mad. I had been in bad shape. I had almost died.
His compromise was even letting me out of this bed, when really, I shouldn’t move for at least a week.
“Fine,” I agreed.
“Fine,” he replied.
As he turned and went to retrieve the supervisor, I allowed my mind to wander.
Yet, mixed in with my ideas for a cure were pleasant musings about how much Julian clearly loved me.
And Gods, I loved him too. Soon, I would have to tell him so.
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Florence is a passionate reader who finds joy in long drives on rainy days. She’s also a fan of Italian makeup tutorials, blending beauty and elegance into her everyday life.